Lonely Shepherd
By craig2
The feeble written wit taps through the fog with an old man’s cane, while the pompous elegant verse strides briskly past, seeking reality at the sidewalk’s end. … Silently surveying his gutter world the street urchin humbly wonders at the tense waves such efforts bring the night. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Feb 10 2002 12:05 PM PST 0 • 10
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